Ann Beard Poems

A Jacaranda tree stands tall, and sways as if to say,
Look! At this magnificence, I’m wearing blue today.
forgive the way I shout aloud, my lack of modesty,
but nowhere in this troubled world is finery like me.
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The room has a carpet in two shades of green,
Its a place to be more,
much more, than is seen
Crystal splinters like glass light up hazel eyes.
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If I close my eyes and caress my skin,
I can separate host from the soul within.
Curling gentle fingers around my arm,
I untangle myself from discomfort or harm.
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You had travelled so far, but I couldn’t wait,
to share doubts, in my last conscious hour.
Such grief is my gift to the man that I love
I am certain to weep within every shower.
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To some degree found everywhere,
affecting the most tender heart.
fear of the unknown sent to scare,
This instinct of which we are part.
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Even In sleep the old man weeps,
his heartbeat a throb, love gone - love gone.
Each moment too long since he held her tight,
swaying heart to cheek to his favourite song.
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When all the world is fast asleep
and only sounds of breathing
ride moonbeams in the air.
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The city of Auckland its roads spreading wide,
twisting and winding like webs from a spider.
Maori descendents spread culture and pride,
while attempting to tolerate, me the outsider.
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Eyes drawn to Gaze upon the rose,
Green stem armed spitefully with thorn.
Sweet Apricot that pales too soon,
light petal drop that time will mourn.
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Quite out of place within the bustle,

trying hard to cross the road.
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